Tag: Grace

Hold Fast

Hold Fast

Hold fast to the truth
the light of the sun
the promise of spring
to the new bloom
to living water
that flows from your dreams
to the wonder of a child
not bitten by life's poison.
Hold fast to your self
to the truth that never dies
to the song in your heart.
Hold fast to pure love
forgiveness
hope
obsured by the clouds
that part to let it through.
Hold fast to those
who want the best for you
and do the best they can
especially when they disappoint you.
Hold on to what you have
do not lose contact
with what makes you, you
to what keeps you sane
that brings you back
again and again
from the cold pelting rains.
Hold fast and don't let go...

But For the Grace of God…

But For the Grace of God...

But for the grace of God
there go I...
Broken I am not
defeated no more
I can speak
of past disasters 
that remained untold.
But for the grace of God
I can stand
after sitting in decay
to the Light I prayed
I said yes and was blessed
for I could have been like the rest
forgotten,
downtrodden, 
but my weakness I confessed
and by grace finished the test.
Now I know,
but for the grace of God
there I go.

Smile Through Them Tears

Smile Through Them Tears

Yes,
I know it hurts,
I know you are raw
from being beaten 
too long
and too much.
I know you are stiff
already set in the grave
your lips refuse to move when you are at the edge
of the cliff.
I know the rain has left you
to gallivant somewhere else
to bless
and bring success
to somebody else.
I know you can't stop them
anymore.

So cry if you want to
let it flow down and cover your view
of possibilities.
Get it all out,
who knows,
it may stop the drought and the doubts.
Then maybe you can go about
the business you came here to do.

Unending Love

Unending Love


I have died several times.
I have been beaten countless times.
Left bloody
the earth swallowed my life's essence
gone.
Yet I am still here.
I have been lost countless times
parched
delirious
emaciated.
I tasted defeat
constantly.
stabbed in the back
I bleed relentlessly.
Yet I am still here.
In the dark
I was stripped to my bare bones.
pecked and picked at
I was a tattered mess.
Blinded by fear
I have been mocked and jeered.
I have been left to crawl
across molten lava.
Yet I am here!
Defeated in battle
abandoned by the troops
through Sargasso wide and far I have weaved.
Left behind 
too slow for the "we"
I was made a pariah 
A bud balling for release.
Yet I am here!
Yet I am here!
Yet I am here!

How?

Can we Start Over?

How can it be that we can start over? For many of us the world will never be the same. But that is the beauty of life. Sometimes we have to say goodbye to greet hello.

It may be hard to conceive of finding hope in hopelessness and joy in insurmountable pain and grief. To think that you can come back from what has been the hardest time of your life. How do we make a come back from being so wrong about everything.

It may sound like a cliche but we have to be at our worst sometimes to see the truth. As you and I stand at the brink of seeming doom, we wonder what to do? Where do we turn for relieve. Where do we turn? When we have tried to diagnose and treat a problem that we are blind to and failed to cure. Where do we turn?

We turn to the Great I am.

I decided to give up things that were distracting me from having a closer relationship with God (a serious work in progress there). Too much had happened over the years and it wasn’t enough to pretend they did not happen. Even if no one knew. I did and I was not satisfied with my lack of commitment to my faith.

After I decided to do this, things got worse.

I started to get sick and wondered why. After all I was doing everything I was suppose to. I was in a better place than I had been.

I wondered why now. Why me?

However, I decided to make a go at trusting Him; something I had never fully gotten the hang of. I decided to stop making decisions for both of us and to simply go where I am told.

There is a man I see sometimes; I was told he left his job as a bank manager to be a witness and like any rational person, I wondered if he were mad. To leave a well paying job to walk day and night looking like a mad man and say God made him do it. God doesn’t want those who believe in Him to walk around look like mad people!

But then I wonder, what do I really know? I have gotten it wrong so many times and yet I was suppose to be the sane one.

I thought it must have been hard for him (or maybe not) to give up all those material gain, great car, fabulous house. To be ridiculed and rejected by strangers, family and friends. To know that people pitied him and thought him a fool, for following what he see as his purpose. How is he winning? He has nothing to show for his commitment to God.

He has not moved on to greater wealth and prosperity for following God. He has not been blessed by God!

That is what many of us would think. That is what I thought.

When did we started thinking serving God meant perpetual material wealth?

But are we only ever blessed and have His grace, when we are showered with material wealth and a long healthy life?

Isn’t this also from God:

5 This is what the Lord says:“Cursed is the one who trusts in man,
    who draws strength from mere flesh
    and whose heart turns away from the Lord.
6 That person will be like a bush in the wastelands;
    they will not see prosperity when it comes.

They will dwell in the parched places of the desert,    in a salt land where no one lives.

It’s scary to think, isn’t it, that we can be incur his Grace and Wrath. That both are equally potent and just.

We would like to think of Him as the second God only, even if like Judah we deserve His wrath…

But in these chapters of Jeremiah 17, is a dilemma we must wrestle with and know that the peace of God is greater than any wealth we could accumulate here on earth; than any prize and fame, than any desire not of God.

7 “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
    whose confidence is in him.
8 They will be like a tree planted by the water
    that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
    its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought (Jeremiah 17)

Do we decide to start seeking Him at the wrong times when the curse is already upon us, and we decide that He must hear and answer us with His favour?

If anything, what is happening in the world now, reminds us of how weak we are. It reminds us of how little rights we have to demand his favour. His Grace is sufficient and worth more than any wealth we could gather to ourselves.

So while it seems as if the world is falling apart around us. Will it be too late to start over?